"We're not friends," he says bluntly. It's the sort of tone that indicates a sore subject has been prodded at, and the sort of denial that indicates that, maybe, they were something like friends once.

Now Wilhelm wonders how the hell his name came up between these brothers who seem to despise each other so much. He wonders, too, how long Michael has been here, and why Lucifer never bothered to mention it. Then he remembers he's done wondering all these circles around Lucifer's intentions. (Except he isn't.)